Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

Pick Me, Choose Me, Love Me- One Shot

He's been in front of that tv with that controller in his hand the entire fucking day. His headset is on and he's completely immersed in that stupid game he's playing.

Fucking Call of Duty.

I know he's playing with his best friends, Johnson and Sammy, probably with that asshole Carter too. There's even a girl that plays with them, Taylor, she obviously crushes hard on Nash, I can hear her stupid giggles through his headset. She laughs at every dumb thing he says like he's the most hilarious person in the entire world and he just eats it up with a smirk on his face.

He doesn't even realize how stupid he's being.

He spends more time with them than with me and we supposedly live together.

He doesn't work because he doesn't have to work, he lives off of his trust fund without a care in the world. He doesn't go to school, he doesn't do anything but play on that stupid Xbox all day because he knows at some point he'll take over the family business. One day his father will train him and that's all he'll need.

His friends are all like him, they come from wealthy families and were born with silver spoons in their mouths.

I'm not jealous, I swear I'm not, I just wish he would pay attention to me. I wish he would take me out on dates like he used to, I wish he was still intense and into me like he was in the beginning of our relationship.

I wish he still loved me like I love him.

My heart feels particularly heavy because today is our 2 year anniversary and I was hoping for something special. Nash went all out for our 1st anniversary. He took me out on his parent's yacht for a long weekend, just him and I plus some staff. It was the most romantic weekend of my life.

He used to be so thoughtful, he'd see something that reminded him of me and he'd buy it for me and bring it home with roses.

It's not the fact that he was spending money, it was the fact that he thought of me. He wouldn't have to spend any money on me, all I want is his attention but I no longer have it.

His attention is on that game, on his friends, not on me.

Nash pursued me heavily. He saw me at a Starbucks where I was reading a book and he came up to me with his beautiful smile, his bright eyes and charming personality. I played hard to get, I know I did because I wanted him to prove that I was more than just some conquest.

He was relentless.

He would show up at the Starbucks whenever I was there and would sit across from me until I spoke to him. He did this every time I was there until I gave him my number. He would call me and we would talk for hours even after having spent the day together.

His attention, his intensity would be solely directed at me and it made me feel like I was on top of the world.

To have this beautiful, absolutely fascinating man interested in me was something I'd never experienced before. I am quiet, I've always been quiet and a little shy. I blush easily, I get flustered and stutter.

Nash says it's what he loves about me. He loves that I'm not like every other person he's dated who were into appearances and the money he spent on them.

This has been his longest relationship.

Mine too but for reasons different than his.

He always broke up with his ex's. Boys and girls alike. He's bisexual and a lot more experienced than I am.

All I know is Nash.

He's my everything and I doubt that's healthy but it is what it is.

I wish I was still his everything.